Todd (chapter 3)

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At the end of the day we all go to the locker room.

I, of course, get dressed separately from everyone else, and stare at the floor whenever I'm in there with other people.

Neil looks at me and snaps a couple of times to get my attention

"Hey, comin to the study group tonight?"

"Oh, uh no, no ,I've got some history to study"

"Suite yourself"

He looks kind of disappointed that I said no. But he walks away before I can say anything else.

I actually don't have any history homework. I'm just to scared to go hang out with them. They all seem so outgoing and I'm the opposite, and it doesn't help that I have a harder time learning things either.

Later at lunch Neil walks up to the group and goes

" hey, I found mr keating's senior annual at the library"

We all look at it

"Thigh man? Man most likely to do anything?"
Cameron asks

"Dead poets society. That's what I wanna know about"
Neil says ignoring Cameron's question

Later, after lunch, we all walk out into the courtyard where Mr Keating is

"Sir?' Neil says to Mr Keating's back as he walks. '...O Captain my captain?"
        Neil says to get his attention

Mr Keating turns around
"Gentlemen?"

"What was the dead poets society?"
          Neil asks

Mr Keating looks around at all of us and hesitates before saying

"The dead poets were a group dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.
We would gather at the old cave.
And we read poems and created our own."

Neil smiles at this answer.

"I don't think the school would be too happy about my students knowing about this club."
He turns to walk off but pauses and looks back at us

"And Neil?' Neil looks up from the book to acknowledge him.
'Burn that. I would rather forget those awkward years" Mr Keating walks away as the bell rings.

"I say we go tonight! Everybody in?"
      Neil says excitedly

"What?" Cameron says

"A meeting. We'll have a meeting and bring back the dead poets society." Neil says as if it were plain as day what he was referring too.

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